Nicholas’ POV “What’s wrong with the two of you?” Perla snorts. “You look like someone’s died.” My Light One and I return to the same spot where Perla said she would wait for us, and she crosses her arms impatiently as we approach. We draw our hoods down and remove our masks, since there’s no point in hiding our identities any longer. “Where’s your girl?” “Gone,” I snap. What are we supposed to do now? We need to find Addy, but there’s no possible way to know where she’s gone or how to find her. I take out the strip of cloth from my coat pocket, holding it up to my nose and inhaling the sweet, familiar scent of Addy with longing and desperation. “What is that?” my Light One asks. “It’s none of your concern.” “Wait a second…isn’t that part of my t-shirt? That’s the fabric you us

